HEART OF MAN
The heart of man, Oh! The heart of man…
How porous, that it receives all…
How wicked, it ends it’s kind,
Without remorse, it destroys them all..
The heart of man, oh! How mysterious.
It does miracles, yet itself is anti-miracle.
How, tender, oh how malleable..
Easily bent, yet stronger than strength..
The heart of man, oh! How miserable,
Suffers in hate, yet even suffers in love.
How greedy, never satisfied,
How I hate the heart of man,
If it were possible, I’d have mine changed
To that of an angel,
This is inevitably what I possess,
I’m condemned to deal with it,
Till I go up yonder….